Slice of Life 8:
Diddly ding, Diddly ding.
I said this today. This morning I was beckoning for Michael to grab his things and in an attempt to alert him of the urgency to get out the door I spoke the words…just as I slung my lap top onto my shoulder and was busily looking for my keys under the magazines which littered the dining room table.
It came so natural. Diddly ding, Diddly ding…
It escaped my mouth like a sly fugitive… Not unlike Harrison Ford’s character, Dr. Richard Kimble, in, “The Fugitive.” Only, unlike Dr. Richard Kimble’s earnest objective to merely prove his innocence after falsely being accused of involvement in the murder of his wife, for me, this phrase, Diddly ding. Diddly ding, served to prove only one thing…
I am, in fact, slowly morphing into my mother.
Next up, I will be saying, Sha-zam.